Wangdang Doodle

I met a midget man from China,
or somewhere similar out that way,
and we were fast freinds from the day we met.

He towered at about six inches tall,
but he always said eleven,
no one ever believed him,
but he often passed for seven.

His name was Wangdang Doodle,
and he was an idea man,
so most of the time
we did what ever it was he wanted.

He only had the one eye,
he mentioned losing it in a war,
way off in a place that I'd never ever heard of.


Well, Wangdang Doodle wasn't what you'd call polite.
He was always bitching and barking orders.
I know it's bad to say,
but I beat his bitch ass,
almost every day.

He'd always say "Do this!" and "Do that!"
then he'd put on his little hat,
stand straight up,
and point at every woman he saw.

He'd make me tell his nasty jokes
since no one else knew his language,
and they'd almost always get offended.

Despite all his flaws
they looked past it all,
but everyone hated Wangdang Doodle
for being so damn small